Friends

Friends

Each year becomes more precious,

Your colleagues,

Your buddies,

Your adversaries,

Every one you ever fought with,

They all become friends,

We stood in trenches,

And, we walked out,

Older,

Hopefully wiser,

Generals who continue to fight the war,

Leaders that won’t back down,

But, now,

We know that we love the same thing,

We look at each other with very different eyes,

We see friends,

Only friends!

Peter Lowell Paulson

September 20, 2014